Gotta do this shit right
When we go to Vegas in a few short weeks, I am determined to get tipsy enough to do karaoke. I have been terrified to do this in public for years so it’s time for me to do it. The only problem is, I will forget the words of a song I do know so I want to go in with at least a chance to not be completely horrible. I really don’t want to pull a Fred Marshall. (Yes Mitra, after all these years I still pull out Fred’s version of Roxanne. *dies laughing*)
I was joking around in the car with Potato a week or so ago and I said I should do Beastie Boys – Girls because that might end up with me taking a girl back to the hotel and we all know how I’ve been missing the vagina side dish. I’m probably giving myself too much credit right there – that would never happen to me. *twiddles thumbs*
I could be totally cliche and go with Journey, or I could totally pull off Bon Jovi (I’d probably end up stripping though so maybe that’s a no…). Thong Song? I’m Too Sexy? Caress Me Down?
Please do not say I Will Survive or I Will Punch You In The Face. Got it? Oh, and don’t worry – whatever I end up doing will most likely be recorded as long as that’s allowed wherever we’ll be going. I’m pretty sure I’ll post it here so the Vegas embarrassment will live on forever. Although I’m sure it’ll be more hilarious in person so really, you should tag along on the trip out there. Ask me for details. Srsly. Fuck stalkers, let’s all go!